Wine and Pudding

A visit to Falset would be wasted if you didn’t buy some wine!
There are large Cooperatives selling direct from the producers

We bought a couple of large containers – I like how friendly it looks in the plastic bottle!

This one is a sweet wine – Garnatxa Dolça.  For drinking after dinner – or any other time!
And to further whet your appetite here are two puddings from our lunch at La Cassola, Gratallops

This one was called Pyjamas – no idea why!
La Cassola is the restaurant where the hunters of the wild boar ate – hungry work shooting animals!
I was letting Bonnie out of the car for a quick pee when one of the checker-shirted men called over to ask if she was a good hunter as he has a dog just like her. I told him she was more of a shepherd’s dog and got her back into the car quick!

 This restaurant has stunning views, lovely puddings and lots of meat in their green salad! Needless to say there are no vegetarian options and I ate a very nice fish – Dorada (bream) with baked potato followed by, guess what, Crema Catalana!

A small travel and a big decision


We went to Falset, just for one night, to see an aunt.
They are becoming very rare these aunts of ours, though of course we are the aunts and uncles of the next generation.
Falset is famous for wine and olive oil and for me it is always a great pleasure to visit this particular aunt because she likes to eat out. Every day. Breakfast and lunch. It’s heaven!
Why?  Well, my vegetarian sensibilities can make eating in other peoples homes rather awkward in such a meat eating culture. (I say sensibilities because although I was 100% vegetarian for 30 years I began to include first fish and then chicken and even beef when necessary, in my diet.
But from January 2013 I intend to renew my vows and go 100% again)

In a restaurant I can chose what I want and don’t need to eat everything for fear of offending my host.
Today we had lunch in the swimming-pool restaurant in Falset. There was a Menu for 9 or 10 euros, depending on if you had three or four courses

Here it is translated into English:
Starter 
Green Salad or Fruit juice
First Course
Macaroni(with minced beef)
Caesar Salad with chicken and parmesan
Meat and vegetable soup – a consommé
Chickpea stew with pigs stomach
Second Course
Nuggets with vegetables – no idea what this was but I’m sure it was meat
Steak with vegetables
Hake with ratatouille
Knuckles of pork with potatoes
Pudding
Fruit or crema catalana or ice-cream or yoghurt

You get bread, wine and water included in this price which makes it very reasonable and a great way to eat your main meal – if you eat meat!

So what did I have?
First the salad, after checking that it didn’t include lots of ham and sausage as happened the day before in another lovely but very traditional country restaurant (there was a van outside loaded up with a huge and very dead wild boar!)
Then I asked for just the ratatouille with chips, minus the fish, which was utterly delicious

I finished off with Crema Catalana of course.
As I am going to be totally vegetarian again very soon in a very carnivorous society I am looking at ways I can continue to eat out cheaply and well without feeling hard done by. Vegetarians are very invisible in Catalunya – it reminds me of Britain in the 1970’s when you were seen as very eccentric and cranky if you said you didn’t want to eat meat or fish. People here have told me they don’t know any vegetarians! (Is that a bit like saying you don’t know any gay people without realising they probably are just keeping quiet in your presence?) I remember in the UK things began to change gradually until now of course it is unusual not to have some dishes marked with a V.
Did it really all begin with the restaurant Cranks?
Traditional food here is pretty ‘hearty’ and I get the feeling that not getting stuck into a side of pork is sometimes seen as a bit namby-pamby. I was too comfortable in my vegetarian-friendly world of Hackney and then Penzance. Now I am going to get a bit more animal-conscious in a not so understanding environment. Hopefully with a more mature ability to accept the dietary decisions of others than when I did this the first time round,  I am going to start being a more visible vegetarian!

PS and to celebrate my new committment I have created a hashtag on Twitter in order to share information about restaurants in Catalunya which offer vegetarian food #veggiecat
If you know of anywhere interesting please add it there.

The Station Milonga in Barcelona

Last night I went to the Station Milonga in Barcelona with my friend Jim.
It was my first time there. It is in the restaurant right inside the Estacio de França

Have a look at their promotion video!
If you happen to go from Granollers as I did, you get the train to Passeig de Gracia, change platforms and then catch the next train to Estacio de França.  It takes less than an hour. Then you are right there – no need to walk or follow directions.
The station itself is wonderful – the last time I went I was catching the night train to Paris

The milonga was as advertised on the video – busy but not too crowded, friendly with lots of places to sit, lovely music and a good atmosphere. It costs 6 euros which includes a drink. Sorry this photo isn’t very good but I like the pink

Afterwards Jim walked me all the way to the night bus-stop on Tetuan.  Thank you Jim!
The bus took about 35 minutes to reach Granollers and I jumped out near the hospital, five minutes from home. I am so glad to have discovered an easy way to go dancing in Barcelona without having to stay overnight. I might even pluck up courage to go to this milonga alone – something I swore not to do again a few years ago. It’s horrible sitting there waiting to dance and honestly I don’t find the Barcelona scene very relaxed or open. But, in the end it doesn’t kill you and sometimes having one good dance makes the journey worthwhile.  Last night I had several!

Catalan language

Please excuse me today for only sending you a link to another blog, written by Liz Castro.  I have many things I want to write about but today it seems important to give you information about the recent attack on the Catalan educational system and in particular the policy of language teaching. A minister from the Spanish government wants to make radical changes, as part of a policy of ‘spanish-ising Catalunya’

Here it is.  I will be back soon!

Politics Shmolitics what about collies?

Today in the park we were trudging round the same old same old when suddenly….. over on the other side…… a border collie!
Bonnie stopped in her tracks, tail went up, nose sniffed the air.
Everything froze in time and space.
The other collie – black and white –  was doing exactly the same.
Border collies know each other – there is no doubt in my mind.
They both started to run and met in the middle of the path.
Bonnie went down into play-with-me position. He bounced at her. She bounced back.
It was magical because I knew that since her bad experience with Duna she has not felt confident to play with other dogs.  She has been avoiding any approaches and feeling nervous if another dog comes close.

But this was not just another dog, it was a border collie.
Collies know each other for sure

They played ball for as long as I could stand still without freezing (there is snow on Montseny)

He had a friend with him who was very nice too but Bonnie didn’t give her a glance

She only had eyes for Azlan – her first Granollers friend!